You are one secret I will keep
for something other than shame,
like a firefly in cupped hands,
something bright and precious,
in my world of carefully
cataloged dark things.

*For #cherryisamaybaby hosted by the ever gorgeous sis @__got2haveit


I am afraid

I am afraid that you will keep trying
to open me up only to find out
what haunts me nightly.

I am afraid that you will only see
how I am composed of just trivial
things like bones and muscle,
blood and sinew.

I am afraid that you will wear out
my heart every time you make it
beat-beat-beat 100 times every
sixty seconds when you’re around.

I am afraid.

Poem: Pain Isn’t

I can truly feel the hurt here 😦

Reality Decoded


Pain is not like a movie, no one likes to watch and there’s no emergency exit.
It’s easy to confuse the two because pain is drama and conflict.

Pain is not like a sword, it doesn’t protect you and you can’t control it.
It’s easy to confuse the two because pain is sharp and cuts deep.

Pain is not like a library, it doesn’t have all the answers and it’s not organized.
It’s easy to confuse the two because pain likes it when you don’t talk.

Pain is not like sleep, there is no rest and you don’t feel refreshed the next day.
It’s easy to confuse the two because pain is a nightmare.

Pain is not like a good fight, it doesn’t make you feel alive.
It’s easy to confuse the two because, in the end, someone loses.

Pain is like being alone
Pain is like not saying goodbye
Pain is like crying…

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Lost Bestie, a Short story

A wonderful share on love and friendship

Mahin's world

Stressed Shayra was lying on her bed..

Her heart whispered : Why don’t you talk to Nidhi.?? She will understand your problem..Surely, she will help you.. After all, She is your best friend..

Shayra : But, we aren’t close now..

All of a sudden, her phone rang and it flashed nidhi’s name….

Shayra : Hey ! What’s up…?? I was just thinking about you….

Nidhi : I just saw a missed call from your heart…

Shayra : I need your help…

∗Phone hanged up ∗

A silent tear of helplessness was about to drop from her eyes…and then she heard her door bell rang…

It was Nidhi….

©®Sana Mahin, 2018..

Masters of writing flash fiction challenge

I’m participating again in this wonderful challenge ….This week the theme was “Friendship”.. And you know what, this week I’ve experienced very beautiful things about friendship…So, it was quite easy for me to…

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Battle of the Psychos

I couldn’t stop reading. Can’t wait to see what happens next!



“This is what you want, ain’t it? F*ck me then fool me and then make me fall for you? Now if this is a game for you, let me play it real good with you. In this game, you be my Queen—but there’s no way I’ll be giving you to another King. No way out, no escape. Do you understand!?” threatened Ben, while he unzip his pants, still putting all his weight at her back.

Ash couldn’t move, she could feel the heat from his breath that made her face sweat even more, while she’s painfully pressed at the back of the door, disgraced and motionless. She tried to protest and escape from this nightmare, but the thoughts of her troubled past enfeebled her bones.

Ben had successfully and forcefully owned her from behind which has put Ash into a mental numbness. Ben kept on talking as he does it…

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The world of freelancing

I am a nurse by profession. if you live in the Philippines like me, I am one of the hundreds of thousands of nurses not working as a nurse. You’d ask, if you graduated as a nurse, and passed the board exam, then why are you jobless? Well I’ve been asking that myself for a while now.

Don’t get me wrong, there is no shortage of hospitals in the Philippines, the shortage is in the jobs. And what’s so ironic is to get a decent nursing job in the Philippines, you have to sign in as a volunteer first, most frequently at least a year, yes a year of free work for the hospital! And then they would think of considering you.

And to make things worse, hospitals make money out of it! It’s illegal actually. But there are a lot of hospitals who accept “volunteers” for a “fee” but then after a year or more, they leave with an employee certificate indicating that you have worked there as a regular employee. I guess that’s how the world works.

Which brings me to freelancing. It started as a part time job which I took care of my sick grandmother. After she died, I was depressed for a while. I stayed mostly at home, didn’t want to go out to the world. But since I needed money for sustenance, of course, I went full time in to freelancing. I signed up at and had different jobs. I was even offered very weird jobs. There was this guy who wanted me to watch him get naked on cam, with the guy trying to convince me that it was a “psychology project” and that I needed to help him overcome his “shyness”. I know, right?

Freelancing opened a world I never thought I would dabble in to. I learned a lot about computers and websites and the online world. Now I can create my own website from scratch. I also work with a guy who trades stocks, but I can never seem to get the hang of all the terminology. It would be really cool if I learned all that, right? I dunno, it seems so hard to comprehend with no financial background from my end.

Another client promised me a contract with flexible hours, so I decided I would be able to volunteer at hospitals during the day so I can earn that work experience as a nurse, and then freelance in the evening. Sadly, that client bailed out on me, and I was left with nothing. This is one of the disadvantages of freelancing, no job security.

Right now, I am working as support for an online shopping website. It’s not my dream job, but the work is ok, the hours are fine, and most of all, it doesn’t stress me. It will do, for now.

So when people ask me what I do and I tell them that I work from home, they give me that “oh-you’re-just-at-home” look. Bitch I earn more than you  😛

Fragile things

Leftover pink roses peer from
the vase I fashioned out of a
milk bottle. They were already
dying when I got them, and now
the petals are withering at the
edges. One by one, delicate pink
petals drop in a sigh of defeat.

I do my best to keep things safe
in their frailty. I am also learning
to throw out the wilted stalks and
old water when the time comes
for fragile things to die.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 24: “Turning”

This is an amazing post by Jennifer Patino of Pretty Kool Dame Poetry ❤

Pretty Kool Dame Poetry


Turning // by Jennifer Patino

She sits at the same window
and watches the wild world
turning, turning

Her hair is coarse, flecked with ash grey,
snowflake obsidian,
it’s turning, turning

Inner youth cries for loss,
a girl in her prime, unloved,
yearning, yearning

Every day that passes
is a plethora of honest mistakes,
she’s learning, learning

Her heart never had a chance
to break, mend, or grow cold,
it’s burning, burning

Her hands have become like dried wood,
hollow, stained with newspaper ink,
from ages of turning, turning


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